What's with me and my Physics teachers?

Like during my high school days.

I adore Mr Yeoh, my Physics teacher.

I'm absolutely in love with Dr. Cheam now.

No denying that he's one very funny dude!

If you've read my first-day-of-sem-three post before this.

I did mention that he's from MIT.

(If you don't know what MIT is, please go Google)

And he carries this eco-friendly bag to class.

Where he keeps his handouts and notes inside.

Well, here's more stuff I noticed about my awesome lecturer.

He keeps a pocket tissue in his left pocket of his trousers!

Omgoodness so kiut!

And also.

He says "Oops!" and laugh at himself when ink leaks out of his marker.

HARHARHARHARHAR.

Sometimes I feel like blasting out in laughter.

But nobody gets/sees how funny he is.

And stones in class.

Except me.

So blastin' would just make me lonely and miserable.

As if I'm not already.

But I'm very glad I have Hish beside me.

And I will whisper to him funny things I noticed.

And we will both giggle silently.

OH SOMETIMES I FEEL LIKE SQUEEZING DR. CHEAM'S CHEEKS.

Okay, joking. But no, really!

So kawaii!

I'm not crazy.

Well, if you think I am, blame it on my studies.

Hee.

This keeps me uncrazy.

And look! I'm posting this in the morning.

Like morning, morning; not early in the morning.

Okay, I'm starting to make no sense.

Well, bye!

God bless.

Note: I hate his tests/quizzes though. I died for the first quiz. And I actually studied my buttockcheeks off, for it. Sigh.

Love, Jas Min.